~~~...बेतरतीब अफसाना...~~~

शमा पर है इलज़ाम-ऐ-क़त्ल गर मारा जाए परवाना

कोसते सब मगर पिघली लौ के दर्द से हर कोई बेगाना

उसमें शोखी है, अदा है, घुरूर है, और ज़रा फ़िक्र भी,

उसे भी आता है पसंद यह अजीब, बेतरतीब अफसाना

वीरान दिल को आबाद तो करने से रही नज़र-ऐ-रहम

हाँ, साक़ी बन सको गर, ना जाना पड़े कभी मयखाना

निगाह पड़ जाए एक सरसरी, समझो बंदा तो दीवाना

खुदा, यहाँ शेर और बकरी के बीच कैसा है याराना?

खैरियत होती, तो दास्ताँ ना लिखी जाती मुझसे कोई

उसको दुआओं में ऊपर रखने का बस देना है हरजाना

कल गेसुओं को खुला छोड़ा तो 'नूर' ने कहा, "देखो!"

'विती,' क्या मजाल की मना करें जब है ऐसा बहाना?

~~~...प्यार थोड़ा ज्यादा था...~~~

मुझे हमेशा खुश रखने का शायद इरादा था
हवाओं से मेरे संग उड़ान भरने का वादा था |


कितना तोडा मुझे किस्सों में, काटा भी मुझे
हिस्सों में, लगता है प्यार थोड़ा ज्यादा था |


नज़रों नें कभी मेरा मज़ाक बनाना ना छोड़ा
'नूर' की थी बिसात, 'विती' महज़ प्यादा था |

~~~...In your eyes...~~~

The muse: "where is your smile?"
Me: "in your eyes."


आज चले जाओगे कुछ देर साथ रह कर मेरे...
चंद लम्हे दुनिया से अगली बार कब चुराओगे?


कभी ना छोड़ने का वादा आज फिर दिया है...
इस बार शायद कल तक नहीं भुला पाओगे|


तुम चलो 'नूर,' क्यूंकि रास्ता तुम्हारा ही है...
'विती' को इशारा देना जब नया जहाँ बसाओगे|

~~~...The beautiful mess...~~~

A wasted life,
Trodden dreams,
A collapsing spirit


And


A ruined conscious
Are the few things
You leave in your


Aftermath.


I will let you go.
No energy, power,
Or stamina left to


Run.


To run after you
Will be akin to
Holding air...it


Dissolves.


Handful of thoughts,
Some memories of
A glorious past


Linger.


Been to the new
museum? Displays
us.  The beautiful


Mess.

One of the Craziest Dreams I Have Ever Had

The dream started with me watching things unfold in front of me, kind of like watching a movie.  First of all the dream seemed to have a bluish tone to it.  It was a moonlit night.  The initial view of the sky slowly changed and the focus was then on a bridge.  A sad kid [who, i think, had just lost his mom, and don't ask how i know, it was a dream] was trying to cross this bridge on his bicycle.  I guess he did not pay attention, but the bridge was one of those that open and close to allow big boats to go through.  It so happened that the bridge was changing from normal to the open state and the kid didn't realize it and kept going.  Soon, he fell down into the water, he couldn't swim.  Somehow he just got to a random piece of land and sat there crying.  There is a gap in the memory there.  


Next thing I remember is that I was looking at a college dorm room.  A guy was unpacking.  He was talking to a friend of his about how Priyanka Chopra was coming to a random event at the college.  All of a sudden I was a part of the dream and I was walking down a hallway, like I was consciously inside that body, that was my perspective.  Eventually I was at an auditorium like place...some show was about to start and PC was there.  Somehow we ended up talking, PC and I.  The show was about 4-5 days long or something.  Or you know...this was dream time, so even like 10 days.  Maybe it was rehearsals or something, i have no clue.  Anyway, so we cozied up, PC and I.  She pretty much seemed to have fallen in love with me.  


I was a little confused since I was a girl, and she even took me to meet her parents and all that jazz and they were fine with it.  It was awesome and all, but then she decided to vanish from my life.  At this point, the perspective changed again and I was once again watching a movie...and I was shocked for a second...I was actually that guy I had seen in the dorm!  Are you following me?  It was so confusing!  


I was utterly and completely bamboozled.  Same with the guy [I mean...I was him?  So weird.].  He was frantically trying to figure out how all that happened.  Then, the final day of the program or event or whatever that thing was, comes up and PC is asked to come on stage but she is nowhere to be seen.  The poor guy gets a call on his cellphone from the number saved as her and he is really really happy.  They meet up and kiss each other [I am simply watching at this point].  


All of a sudden, there was a drastic scene change to the dorm that I was in earlier in the dream, where I saw the guy [who was me?] for the first time.  The cleaning staff of that building is trying to figure out how to save an old run down part of the building.  Towards the end they blasted a hole in the ceiling, changed into witches/monsters.  The end!

Anyone who would like to psychoanalyze this dream is more than welcome!  I simply went 'what the hell?!'